As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]

She's so perfect.
You don't understand.
All she could do was offer a hand,
And I will take it like a civilian
Worshipping what they undoubtedly believe in.

The box in my pocket becomes
More and more prominent,
Almost being concomitant.

She looks at me,
Unknowing of what's in my pocket,
And smiles at me.
Her smile is equivalent to
Heaven,
And her pearly whites challenged the sun.

Is this the right time?

Or should I wait?

Next thing I know,
I'm standing from the bench,
And I wish someone could sketch
This unforgettable moment in time.

Next thing I know,
My right knee touches
The soft,
Spring grass.

Words spill from my mouth
Like a depressed poet,
And unwavering like a robot.

My beautiful lady,
Her eyes as beautiful as daisies,
Her hair as soft as the grass
Benieth my knee.

She stands,
And her hands go over her mouth,
And any thoughts that say this might go south
Instantly leave my intrusive thoughts.

I speak,
And I speak.
And she stands there,
Smiling her breathtaking smile,
Tears welling at the corner of her
Lilac eyes.

And just like that,
The most precious words left her lips
As she came down to my level.

Yes.
A thousand times,
Yes.